Each morning my dog Rex holds me to a routine. He offers me his paw to remind me that we need our time together. While I sip my almond latte and write, he sprawls across my lap all 50 pounds of him. Rusty our dacshund snuggles into a free spot while Julie the money cat joins us her paws kneading my upper torso. She purrs loudly; a reminder that all is right with my world. I have shelter. I am warm and I have love. Who could want for more? Yes, I am filled with gratitude.
For a week now over the holidays, we have all lingered in this state of peace. It was a luxurious lingering. In time we will all readjust to a workweek. We have no choice.